The Bell

Visions of blue, rhythms of beginnings incarnate into some intangible smell of the ocean. Bursting symbolic emotions of nature, blooming into the black rose of death, the starting point of all life. When the drought is delighted, like a cancer grows over the earth, a blanket of deep sleep, let into the dark embracing a need. So much as the moment allows, I see as sharp as these colors of melancholy. Waves bring about a sense of forgetfulness. They crash one after the other, none of them are special. Waves are the hugs of the sea, each loves the sand through the same sphere. Sit and listen to the silence in between. That's where the jewel is hidden from the eyes and is displayed through a wooden window that opens up on your chest. Whose feathers does the water want? There is a monumental bell hanging from a cloud, attached by a narrow string. It swifts through the vast blue above. I wonder what happens to the bell when its cloud is washed empty by the rain. I see and I vanish but there is still an iron bell floating in the air. Wanna know how you can ring it?

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is well-crafted fantastical writing. I'm not good at following writing that's highly abstract, but your storyline is grounded so that your ideas make sense, even as while the writing is nonsensical. Your symbolism is "out there" but still close enuf to what's being described, so we can guess what you mean, or we get a few possibilities to ponder. I believe this story might harken to the common human urge to want to reach people . . . ring a bell (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[NonsenseTyper]

Thank you, Margie.
You give excellent reviews. I'm very happy that John brought you to my profile.
Stay Blessed :)

[Fairy Khan]

I love prose poems, and this one is really very nicely penned. The imagery is vivid and it's very well crafted.

[NonsenseTyper]

Thank you :)

[Leslie Philibert]

Liked this, prose poems are well liked at the moment, often see them in The London Review of Books.Lots of fine imagery, enjoyed reading this.

[NonsenseTyper]

Thanks.
I'm glad you liked it :)

[wordman]

and we stand looking in that window of life as we play out the parts

[NonsenseTyper]

Indeed.
and we take Part.

[wordman]

you`re welcome

[Kari Rakitan]

This is a delightfully pleasant poem. It found it to be a lovely escape from my day-to-day drudgery.

[NonsenseTyper]

Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Now this is poetry! You take the reader on a cascade of a journey by describing in metaphor your conceptualisation. We are given sound and colour and tangible emotional connections. This is intense and moving work. And you write in Farsi?

[NonsenseTyper]

Thank you, John!
Yes, I've always written in Farsi both poetry and fiction!
Only recently I tried writing in English and the result is what you read here.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Then you have such talent. Amazing talent. I wish we in 'the west' got on with Iran.

[NonsenseTyper]

Politics is complete Hoax! Don't give it a thought!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I agree and never trust our politicians or yours. I hate radical religion and radical politics!

[barleygirl]

John read requested me on this piece & I don't think I've ever read anything else you've posted, Nonsense, so I'm glad he did. I'm surprised that a fairly straightforward writer like John would RR me something abstract like this. So much for assumptions! *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie